It would take me a few more years before I started to fully appreciate wine, its aromas, colors, and tastes.
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The Long Way Home
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The Long Way Home
Posted in stories, tagged acquire a taste for, alexander, alone, and besides, black cherry, bordeaux, bourguignon, certain occasions, chardonnay, coldplay, comfort, dandelions, darkness, doctor, dream, explore, family, fantasy, fear, francais, french, frenchdashmusic, grapes, grenache, grown-up, hakodate, hakodatedre, historian, home, hope, love, memoire, montpellier, music, nightmare, nightmares, oasis, of course, perpignan, radiohead, short stories, syrah, take a sip, time, wine, writing on July 8, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Of course I was never allowed to drink the wine, although on certain occasions my father would let me take a sip from his glass, but at that age, wine was still a grown-up’s drink and not meant for children, and besides I had not yet acquired a taste for it.
The Long Way Home
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On those particular evenings there would be various kinds of bread, such as French bread, rye bread, country bread, all baked by my mother, a bottle of wine, or two, usually red, but sometimes white, too, and for dessert, cheese, blue, goat, camembert, whatever my parents were able to get at the moment.
The Long Way Home
Posted in stories, tagged alexander, alone, aroma, autumn harvest, coldplay, comfort, dandelions, doctor, dream, ecoute, ecouter, explore, family, fantasy, fear, francais, french, frenchdashmusic, garlic, garlic boiling in vegetable stock, garlic potage, grow, hakodate, hakodatedre, harvest, historian, history, home, life, love, memoire, music, nightmares, oasis, plant, potage, potatoes, radiohead, short stories, story, vegetable stock, writing on July 8, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
On Saturdays, I would be in my room writing when I would start to smell the aroma of garlic boiling in vegetable stock.
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